Kobald has some final thoughts for AIW’s “Hell on Earth 9” TONIGHT in Cleveland, OH! Turner’s Hall! Go!
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Video via aiwrestling: Hype video for The Batiri vs. Hope & Change (Gregory Iron & Veda Scott) for “Absolution VIII” on iPPV June 30th.
It only took 51 seconds back at CHIKARA’s season premiere for Dasher Hatfield to defeat Delirious. After the match, Delirious blasted him with three consecutive Panic Attacks and got the aid of his Batiri brethren to put the Old Timey King of Swing down. Hatfield had a chance to tussle with Kobald in singles action the night after and lost due to Kobald grabbing a handful of tights. He also locked horns with Obariyon and Kodama in a four team elimination match at “The Shoulder of Pallas”, but fell in the first fall and suffered a rib injury. Months later, Hatfield gets another crack at the mastermind of the Batiri on iPPV. The Batiri will most certainly be lurking around, so one has to wonder if Hatfield has any body to back him up. His step cousin-in-law “Mr. Touchdown” will be in the house but who knows how he will feel after his Young Lions Cup battle. Perhaps his former ally Sugar Dunkerton will attempt to make an appearance to aid and hopefully win back his partner. Can Hatfield put away Delirious in record time again, or will Delirious prove that victory was a mere fluke?
Hype Video for “Aniversario: Never Compromise” (from lucey888)
5/28/2013: Sitting home the last few months and missing so much amazing CHIKARA action has given me lots of time to think. However, I cannot seem to get my mind off of something that happened decades ago. I remember it as it were yesterday. I was playing in my third professional baseball game. I was just a lad, in fact, my mustache was not even long enough to tickle my nose. On this beautiful April day in Washington, a fierce pitcher by the name of Walter “Big Train” Johnson was on the mound for the Washington Senators. I had never faced Walter before, but I had heard tales that he could throw baseballs fast enough to catch fire. Needless to say I was a bit timid stepping up to the plate that day.
As I walked into the batter’s box I could read the look on Big Train’s face like a book. He was looking at me like I was a warm Coney dog, fresh off the griddle for him to gobble up. I had a feeling he was going to try and welcome me to the big time with a fast, inside heater in hopes of making me a little weak in the knees. As the ball came barreling towards me I could see that my assumption was correct. I turned my wrists over while swinging and made great contact right in the sweet spot. If you know anything about batting, then you know the harder the ball comes in, the faster it goes out. It wasn’t a homerun but I managed to leg out a triple after the ball ricocheted off of the left field wall. I stood on third base with a childlike grin until I noticed the glare I was receiving from Old Walt. He was giving me a look as if I had just stolen his prize cow. I scored on a sacrifice fly later that inning, and made my way to the dugout. Still, every time I looked up. The big train was staring me down with a scowl that grew meaner by the second.
My next trip to the plate I was a bit more nervous than the first time. I knew Walt did not like that I had won our previous battle and he wanted revenge. The next pitch out of his hand pegged me dead center in my back. To this day I have never been hit harder by any man, or any baseball. The pain was excruciating. I could not let the pain show through, so I shook it off and made my way down to first base. However, the emotional damage had been done. My last two plate appearances against Walter were atrocious. I could not get my mind off of the fear of being hit again. Needless to say I struck out both times. His bullying tactics had worked.
I realize now that I cannot get this memory off of my mind because Delirious is employing similar tactics. His ego took a huge hit after I pinned him to the mat in Reading, Pennsylvania earlier this year. After the match he delivered his fast ball to the numbers in the form of three Panic Attacks that connected with my cranium. BUT, unlike Walter Johnson, he is not dealing with a wispy-stached young boy. Today, he is dealing with a MAN. Not just any man, but a man whose ‘stache is bold and plentiful. Your bullying tactics have done nothing but fuel the fire that has been waiting deep inside my gullet, just begging to be released. Every match you start off by playing mind games with your opponents and by acting like a crazed animal when the bell rings. In Philadelphia on June the 2nd, you will get no such chance. When that bell sounds, broken ribs or not, I will be that crazed animal.
I may just hit you hard enough to correct your speech impediment,